"This man is detestable."
Zheng Yuanbin had narrowly escaped death, and cold sweat had soaked his back.
When that spear had struck just now, he had actually felt an invisible, immense force sealing off every direction around him, leaving him without even the strength to raise his sword and strike.
In truth, it was not only him. Dong Ning, Yun Duo, Yu Shui, and the others behind him had all been enveloped by the force of that spear, a sense of impending catastrophe lingering in their hearts.
The blade intent and blade qi of Tan Bazhi, one of the Eight Ferocious Tigers, had been immensely oppressive, but they could still put up a fight.
Yuwen Ba had merely made a casual move, yet he had nearly extinguished their fighting spirit.
This was the crushing force of pure strength. It had not the slightest thing to do with whether their wills were strong or not.
"Strike while he is sick and take his life. Yuwen Ba launched a sudden attack just now, yet he could not do anything to the Young Sect Leader. Instead, he lost the lives of several capable subordinates. Why not..."
Zheng Yuanbin said in a deep voice, his eyes glinting.
He had followed Lu Wu-bing for a long time and understood this Young Sect Leader's manner of doing things very well.
Do not be fooled by how he usually seemed unconcerned with everything and easy to get along with.
In reality, whenever he truly encountered a threat, even if it was the dead of night, he would immediately find a way to eliminate his opponent.
It had been this way when he had wiped out Moon Shadow Hall in East Sea Prefecture. It had also been this way when he had traveled alone for hundreds of miles